Invisible Post

There are all sorts of things in the WordPress dashboard. One of them draws a little squiggly graph showing the number of visits to one’s pages. The graph for the pages here goes way down on the weekend. My explanation for that is that the only people reading what I write have far too much time on their hands. I’m too wordy and I like nonsense enough that what I say ends up not being meaningful.

Rain: Coming or Going?

Last night, I remembered that I have an errand to run today. I had hoped that the errand would not be necessary but it has to get done. And, it has to get done today. It looks like it is going to rain but I’m not so sure whether it looks that way because it will rain or has just rained. I’m not so sure that the it that does the looking like things always cares about time’s arrow.

Fallacious Reasoning

There is a widely used yet little discussed proof technique that is not sound. It is so clearly not sound that to my knowledge, it is not ever considered by those people who consider proof techniques and thus does not have a widely known name. I have made up a name for the technique that I think is completely descriptive. I would like this name to catch on and I would like to become world famous for discovering it. No. Wait. I’d rather be given vast amounts of wealth but I don’t see how that would work. I think I’d rather not be world famous especially without accompanying wealth to pay people to keep nutjobs away from me.

Bionic Arthritis

I like ROBOTs.

When you look at my starting sentence, you indubitably think that I also like the caps lock key. You’re incorrect. I don’t like it. I do like occasional words typed in all caps. It isn’t worth pressing the caps lock key to type one word and then press it again to type in normal, happy, easy to read, lowercase lettering. Every once in a while I type an entire sentence in all caps. It feels like shouting.

Hardy Anything

For reasons that are ever so easily found by looking at the comments in this post [broken link to a review of "The Player of Games"], I’ve decided that just for one day, I will not be writing a ‘book review’ on blogspot today.

Memes

Some quarter of a century ago, Richard Dawkins coined the word meme in direct analogy with the term gene. It was meant to mean a minimal replicable unit of thought. Dr. Dawkins probably didn’t expect the word to catch on as strongly as it did. However, it has caught on and it has mutated. If you think about that for a moment and you have a sense of humour, you’ll laugh.

Things Pertaining to Children

A little while ago, one of my children was sick. My theory is that it was chicken pox. My child had been vaccinated against the disease. So was the neighbour child. But, that child caught a very mild case of it: a total of ten pox. My child didn’t have any pox that I saw but then I wasn’t looking for them. I was simply tending to the illness.

Working On My Relationship

The title of this post refers to something that I’ve heard people talk about. It seems like a curious thing to me. The way that I maintain my relationship with my sweetie isn’t work. As far as I can remember, I’ve never worked at my relationship. Now, I’d like to attribute this to complete laziness on my part. I could count that as a virtue. I might be able to make a case that serendipity has played

Tea

I’m writing this in the middle of the night. This rather sucks. I had some tea with my sweetie before going to bed. I couldn’t fall asleep. I suppose that in a way that’s turned out to be a good thing. I got up and went to the washroom. I turned on the computer and wrote some stuff (my post on blogspot [broken link removed]) and then I went to the washroom again. Had I been sound asleep and done what I did in the washroom (if that were really possible which now that I think about it isn’t entirely possible - sure, part of it could have been done there but I don’t think I could have washed and then dried my hands while lying in bed asleep) it would have been a (mild) disaster.

Your Pants

A while ago I was IMing with a friend. She said something to me that inspired a whole bunch of thoughts that amused me. I didn’t react at the time. I didn’t even think up these thoughts until later. Then, once I thought up the thoughts. I could have been done with them but instead I decided to type them and publish them here. Now, I’d suppose that you’re thinking that isn’t even in the slightest bit abnormal and so there’s no need to have mentioned it. In one sense, you’d be completely right about that. However, there is one aspect of this that is different from most of the other times that I’ve been inspired by someone else to go off on one of